Four days later…
“Spike, could you help me fold the laundry?”
“Sorry, pet I’m allergic to laundry folding.” Buffy scowled at him.
“I’ll help,” Fred said. She walked into Buffy’s room. The laundry was piled up so high that it almost reached the ceiling.
“That is what happens when you have twelve people living in the same house for two weeks. I don’t even know who’s laundry is who’s, so how am I supposed to sort out the underwear?” Buffy said.
“Well, at least you know what Spike’s underwear looks like,” Fred said.
“He doesn’t wear any,” Buffy replied with a grin, “Let’s go through the colored clothes first.”
“Good idea,” Fred said, “Hey, Buffy, where are we going to put the clothes after we fold them?”
“I have no idea.”
~*~
“Today is one of the happiest days of my life,” Buffy said to Spike, “Could you finish zipping my dress for me?” He complied.
“What’s so happy about today? Other than Whelp and demon girl getting married, I mean.”
“Tomorrow night, I will only have five people living in my house instead of twelve.”
“In that case today is a very happy day,” Spike said, “You look so happy…you’re glowing.”
“Nah,” she said, “The dress is radioactive.” He laughed.
“Let’s go,” he said, “Everyone’s waiting.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to wear something…. more…um…formal?” she said eyeing his clothes. He was wearing the same outfit h usually wore.
“I’m good,” he replied. Then he bowed and said, “After you, my lady.” He offered her his arm. She took it and they went downstairs.
~*~
“This is a fiasco,” Buffy said, “If we ever get married, remind me not to invite any of my family.”
Spike stared at her. “You’d be willing to marry me?”
“Yeah, duh.” Spike followed through the crowd. He stayed silent. There wasn’t anything to say. The love of his un-life just told him she’d be willing to marry him if he asked. He allowed her to lead him to one of the seats. “I need to go and help Xander and Anya,” she said, “If any fights break out could you try and end them.”
“Sure, pet,” he said. She walked off into the crowd. I need to get a ring, he thought A big, shiny ring. Angel sat down next to him. “Hi, mate,” Spike said, “I have decided to call a permanent truce between us.”
“What? Why?” Angel’s mouth was hanging open.
“ I’m fighting the good fight, you have a soul, why shouldn’t we be civil to each other,” he said. Besides, you pillock, this will get me major points with Buffy. He added silently. She stuck out his hand and Angel shook it.
Suddenly Buffy walked out and walked up the isle. They started to play wedding music. She motioned for them to stop. She was smiling, but Spike could tell something was wrong. She whispered something to the minister. Then she went to the microphone and said, “So…who here is from out of state?” Spike got up and went to her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly. She shut off the microphone and said, “Xander is missing.”
“I’ll find Conner and we’ll track him down,” Spike said.
“Would you really? Thanks. Oh and if you see Anya, don’t tell her. She doesn’t know,” Buffy said.
“See you later, love.”
Suddenly Buffy spotted Cordelia walking purposefully toward Anya’s dressing room. Buffy ran to intercept her. When Cordelia saw Buffy coming she said, “Anya has a right to know.”
“Spike and Conner went to find Xander. Please, wait a few minutes to tell her.”
“They have ten minutes,” Cordelia said.
~*~
“Damn this rain,” Spike muttered, “I can barely smell him.”
“And it washed away most of the tracks, if he left any.” Someone ran into Conner. It was Xander.
“Where were you?” Spike growled.
“This guy came and said he was me from the future. He showed me some images that I now think are fake and I almost made the biggest mistake of my life.”
“So…you were on you’re way back to marry Anya?” Conner asked.
“Yeah, while I was doing my cowardly running away thing, I remembered reading something about a spell using an orb like that guy had. What I saw couldn’t be real. I won’t let it.”
“Okay, Whelp,” Spike said, “We have to hurry, Anya doesn’t know you’re gone yet.” Xander began to sprint down the street.
~*~
“You’re ten minutes is up…now,” Cordelia said. Just then, Spike and Conner walked in with a dripping wet Xander. An old man walked up to Xander.
“What are you doing?” he exclaimed. Spike sniffed the air.
“You’re a demon,” he said. Spike socked him in the nose. “Knew it…that didn’t hurt.”
The man changed his shape and lunged at spike. Spike simply side stepped him and grabbed his head. Then he gave it a sharp twist. The demon fell to the floor. “Look what he did!” Mr. Harris yelled, “Attack the circus folk! They’re attacking us!”
Spike vamped. “Nobody is going to attack anybody. Now sit down,” he said. Mr. Harris resumed his seat and the wedding went on as planed.
~*~
At the wedding party, Xander invited Spike to sit at their table. “Don’t take it personally, fangless,” Xander advised, “It was either that or have Buffy sit over there. We both know she wouldn’t have stayed separated from you for long.” He gave Spike a small smile. Spike grinned back.
Then, Anya ran up to the table, she was panicking. “The band’s car crashed. Now there will be no music.”
“Get some tapes and have Lorne sing,” Wesley advised.
Xander kissed her on the nose. “Don’t let anything spoil today,” he said, “I’ll go talk to Lorne.”
“Hey, Spike,” Buffy said, “Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone found their ‘soulmates’ at our house?”
“What do you mean?” Spike asked. He draped his arm around her waist.
“Well…Angel and Cordelia realized that they were perfect for each other: he’s quiet and broody and she’s talkative and energetic. They complete each other. Wesley and Fred are now making moon eyes at each other. They were obviously perfect for each other. Conner and Dawn started dating, too.”
“I guess you’re right,” he said, “And speaking of Angel, I made a truce with him. I decided I was done fighting.”
She gave him a hug. “I’m so proud of you, Spike,” she said.
He beamed at her. “Thanks,” he said hugging her back.
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